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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in
its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are
in the bosoms of their families.

Oh, write of me, not "Died in bitter pains,"
But "Emigrated to another star!"

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red;
All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.